Big Blue (Heathers: The Musical)

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Veronica's POV
"Heather? Heather?" I say loudly

"What?" I hear Heather respond groggily

"Um, It's Veronica. I'm here to apologize." I said sounding scared

"Hope you brought knee pads, bitch!" Heather shouts. God. She's so annoying "Fix me a prairie oyster and I'll think about it."

"Prairie oyster? What is in that? Oh, wait, ok uh, raw eggs, vinegar-"

"Hot sauce, Worcestershire, salt and pepper." JD finishes. 

"You know your hangover cures." I said jokingly

"My dad trained me well." He responded 

"Oh, look. Here's my revenge. I'm gonna put a phlegm globber in her Prairie Oyster. Ready?" I try  to hack up phlegm like an owl.
JD just looked at me. He looked very confused. He reached under the sink and pulled out a bottle of Draino. 

"I'm more of a no rust build up man myself."

"Oh, Ok, Don't be a dick. That stuff will kill her."

"Thus ending her hangover." He said as he poured it into a glass. "I say we go with Big Blue." oooooh title reference lol

"You can't just go.." I trail off.. "uh, besides, she would never drink anything that looks like that." 

"Right. We'll use a mug. That way she'll have no idea what she's drinking."

"Forget it."

"Chicken!?" He says as he starts imitating a chicken like a child. 

"You know you're not funny." I said sternly.  

"Ok. I'm sorry." He answered as he leaned down to kiss me. 

"PRAIRIE OYSTER! CHOP CHOP!" Heather yelled interrupting our kiss.
I grabbed the cup off of the counter and we headed into her room.

JD's POV
"Good morning Heather."  She sounded sounded so scared. 

"Aww. Veronica. And Jesse James. Belle surprise. Well, let's get to it. Beg."

"Ok, um, I think that last night we both said a lot of things we didn't mea-"

"I'd actually prefer if you did this on your knees. In front of your little Boy Toy here."  Veronica turned to look at me, as if to ask me for help. 

"Um, I-I'm really sorry do you need me to-"

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Down!"

God. She is such a bitch. I couldn't watch. I just awkwardly turned away as she was forced to get on her knees. 

"Nice. But you're still dead to me."

Right about now I'm really wishing I had that other cup.

I just turned back around and watched at she drank the prairie oyster.                                               "Oh, and by the way Veronica. You can't just ditch the Heathers to hang out with Trenchcoat over here. You're stuck with me all year. Better get comfortable bitch!"

"Heather. I-" Veronica tried to talk. 

"Just remember. Veronica. You asked for this. In the bathroom you were practically begging for us to be your friends. You don't get to leave that easily." Heather mocked. 

I can see Veronica's heart sink. She told me just an hour before that she wished she was strong. I just wanted to help her so badly.

"Ok." she said quietly.

Veronica stood up and looked over at me. Her eyes were glassy and she looked so disappointed in herself.

"Good Girl. Now get the hell out of my house." Heather stated in her usual snarky tone.

Veronica walked right past me, out of Heather's room, and onto her back porch.

"Veronica, I-"

"JD, please. Just take me home."

The drive home was strange. We just sat there in silence. It was clear Veronica didn't want to talk about it, nor was I going to force her to. She seemed scared, not just of Heather, but of me. Like she thought I was going to judge her, or dump her. I just don't understand why anyone could be so evil, especially to someone like Veronica. Someone so beautiful, and perfect.

When we pulled up to Veronica's house, she just got out without saying anything.

One thing was for sure. Heather Chandler is one bitch who deserves to die.

Hey. K. So, that was the first official part of Big Blue my trash fanfic. It's really cringe, I know, but vote for it anyway bc Heathers and bc I'm desperate for validation....K. Bye.